Saturday, September 20, 2008

PoemS of the daY 09.20.08

zebra head

at this baron 6th streetthey have this strange motifthat kind of meltscold war communism with huntingand all around the frontof the jointthere are the headsof animals on displaymoose, elk, and othersand the bartenderwho’s wearing a coke is it t-shirtis telling ally and danall of their nameswhile i sit and havea heineken and wonder what the fuck?but then the bartender pointsabove the barto this zebra head coming out of the wallso bigso black and whitethat his snout almost reachesto the stoolsand i feel maybe we’ve seen something impressive tonight.but just as soon as we getthere we leaveand head back down 6thtoward a vegan restaurantthat has great sangriaally asks dan about the bartenderand he says the guy is an asshole.i want to ask about the zebrabut i’m so hungryi can’t think of anythingbut getting to the restaurantand stuffing my face with somethingthat i wish was raw, bloody meat.

float on, okay

we have a sip on the scotchhear the buzzof the fanthe hum of the refrigeratorthen i ask herhow it went at the doctor’sand she said it went finethe breasts are finethe insides are fineeverything is finethen i ask herif she talkedto the doctorabout ushaving babiesand she saidnonot based on lastnight’s conversationin the barand i saidokaythen we hadanother sip on the scotchheard the buzzof the fanthe hum of the refrigeratorand i saidmaybe next yearwe’ll think aboutgoing to venicefor a weekright before the summer comesagain.

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